Life, love and weed.
Hola Galeras,
I feel like I’m chasing this dream and away. Then some hopeful event I will find this voice that I have not quite unearthed in myself and paintings. I made a mistake of thinking that the painting gods were relatives. There’s his fear in my life, but I am simply talking to myself rather than the world. I wish I had this perfected idea flushed down, but I’m still kind of walking in the labyrinth.